i want
i want to tear off my skin
let the flesh rip from my bones
i want to sew my eyelids shut
i dont want to see anymore.
i want to sever my fingers
let them dangle by a thread
i want to put a bullet in my head
i dont want to feel anymore.
i want to pull out my spine
let my body go limp
i want to inject myself with pentobarbital
i dont want to be alive anymore.
i dont want to deal with this anymore
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